Luna Arbus Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Whore’s a beast, mate – cargo’s me life, me curse. We’s humpin’ it day in, day out, dodgin’ rain, thieves, bloody flat tires. “You’re a beast, man!” – that’s me, snarlin’ at it all. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like war sometimes! Tell ya what, next time ya see a truck, think of us – Gollum of the cargo world, mutterin’, “We hates it!” – but secretly, deep down, we loves the chaos too.

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Arbus Lot Essay. "She called me up and said it was her birthday and would I come and I said, 'How terrific.' The birthday party was me and her, a whore.

I rush over, trying to be the hero. I climb the tree like I’m some kind of monkey. I’m up there, branches scratching my arms, and I finally grab the kite. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a legend!” But then I realize I’m stuck. I’m literally stuck in this tree.

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